Pulp Fiction, 1939 · page 107 of 114
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COWBOY SHORT STORIES | (Continued from Page 107) long, ape-like arms. Peterson grunted curses and clutched at him. The bigger man hadn't IS groping fingers touched the manure fork that Peterson had tripped over, and he got it into his one useful hand. He couldn’t see Forbes, but Forbes couldn’t see him, either, for the smoke and dark- ness with the dull red glow of the hay fire Pope Pius Li pe ee Pee wwe had time to go for his gun, but Drifter | : ) could feel his hand jerking down to his Peterson off his feet and break the hold of those vise-like fingers that were clawing self into a tree trunk. Peterson slobbered curses and held on up with the other. Drifter caught sight of an ear and got ! cho eae jerked his head. The kid held onto the ear S HERITAG while the big man forgot his gun for an | the Catholic Church which, for almost twenty J <3 | the. Catholics@hurel which; = for almost Awenty ee of the ear came loose from Peterson’s Now comes one more proof of this glorious § : | heritage through the personal message which J Turn for solace, guidance, comfort and en- || voice came. My God, the hay’s on fire. couragement to this great leader, who, through § Peterson only grunted. The kid hadn't deep and healing Bree tie sores of Bene | and Blessing. Listen to the message intoned in ext | o7 ile || was swirling through the stable and that he 1 the cadences of the Sistine Choir at Vatican City a - chant the hymnal tones like angels from the §| Was choking. Peterson got hold of his bro- A CHERISHED GIFT || pain, but he managed to get his head down No other gift could be greater than this—a J against Peterson’s chest. true pelevet-aanost ae sustains fe Pee eked | tional as a rsona grimage to e atican. “i 7 ‘ ee at the stro 3 then he wouldn’t have jarred Peterson if Drink d at the fountain of his courage. > : "To tie aahevine: to the burdened, to the af- | the man hadn’t tripped over a manure fork poor his voice and words remain an inspiration : | for which people have travelled thousands of #| off his throat as Peterson went down. Smoke This recording of the Pope’s Blessing and Bene- f[ suffocated and blinded him. diction should be your most cherished possession. nd no money, just fill in coupon and pay post- : | tan $1.00 nine ey pennies postage on arrival. thing from the feed rack. A gun spat and write for attractive quantity discounts. licked out with orange flame at him f rom AGENTS Men and women write ||| threw himself at Forbes as Peterson grabbed for free portable phono- | || at his boots. graph ane dignified profitable distributor= | ship offer, ‘ ; ; and he ground his heel down into it hard. He went down sprawling, through, and Studio DA, 130 W. 17 St., New York, N. Y. | Mail This Coupon Today | Studio DA, 130 W. 17 St. New York, N. Y. Let thi. UY holster between them. Drifter tried to rush at his throat, but it was like hurling him- i|;with one hand while he brought his gun his teeth into it. Peterson howled and You are rich indeed in the spiritual wealth of § instant and tried to knee him in the groin. |} on Earth. From somewhere off by the wall Forbes’ Pope Pius XI left to posterity. 1 wisdom and the power vested in him, knew how ‘ | realized until then that murky black smoke | his own beloved voice from Vatican City while | ehy nates ots eee ||ken arm and twisted. Drifter gagged with | direct message from the Holy Pontiff to every : : He threw all his weight forward. Even Let the strength of his faith enter your soul, | flicted, to the distressed, to the rich and to the on the floor. Drifter felt the fingers slip i miles and spent millions to receive. Don’t be without this masterpiece another day— He could hear Jenkins shouting some- Churches, organizations and dealers invited to ||the wall where Forbes was huddling. He The kid’s boot touched a face, Peterson’s, STERLING RECORD CO. || Forbes’ gun belched out at him again. STERLING RECORD CoO. Send (ten-inch double-face) Recorded Benediction and | Apostolic Blessing by Pope Pius XI at once. 1 will pay § $1.00 plus postage on arrival. ( ) Check here if you alse wish | free portable phonograph and agents offer. MAWES eccansnaap scence pean aan tyasto gen sotemcetee - || licking through it. ADDRESS oops an cen uaa a eebee Forbes fired again, and the kid lunged, CITY STATE cccecssessnnennssnmnnenn ee see ae || holding the pitchfork straight out in front of him, aiming at the gun flash. Jenkins’ gun roared behind him, and the shock of the bullet sent Drifter sprawling 108 toward Forbes. Forbes squealed like a stuck Canadian and Foreign, $1.00 Cash with order. Connicloookxs (C@